The next day we went to a place called “Jump Street”. This is a place that has very large areas filled with trampolines. The trampolines are square and they are fitted edge to edge with padding covering the railings. They have also put trampolines against the walls so it is impossible to fall off and hurt yourself. Now add 30 raving, maniacal kids cranked up on sugar and add 20 large balls to the mix. This gives you an insane game of ultimate dodgeball! The kids insisted that I join them so I gave up the opportunity for some world class action shots so I could wail on a bunch of children alongside my boys. (you would have done it too, admit it!) I must say I had a blast but, WOW, what a work out! Try jumping constantly and throwing one ball after another as hard as you can for a solid hour. Now add to that getting hit repeatedly by large balls and you have an indication of how I felt. Also, I discovered that, being the only parent in the room, I was the designated target. It was still fun and I can’t wait to do it again! I think the funniest part was when the young male teenager who worked there walked into the court to tell us something. Just as he was opening his mouth some kid kicked the ball at him as hard as he could and hit him right in the family jewels. You could hear the pop clearly across the room. Needless to say he went down with a high pitched girlish squeal. He was down for a good 10 minutes whimpering until he finally managed to crawl out again. He never did get to tell us anything. (I think he was going to tell us to stop kicking the balls but I guess I will never know)
Next time though I am bringing my camera!
The only substitute for good manners is fast reflexes.
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